Such behavior... made it hard not to think he really was a good-tempered guy.
But the ponytailed girl's firsthand experience at that very moment told her otherwise.
No.
That was an illusion.
This guy wasn't—or rather, couldn't really be called—good-tempered.
It was such a small thing, and two girls were asking him so earnestly. Normally, a guy would agree.
But not this guy.
This guy was so "principled" it made her want to swear.
The ponytailed girl put a hand on her stomach.
She took two deep breaths in a row.
She liked to think she wasn't an unreasonable girl and that she was considerate of others.
But how long had it been...
Since she'd come across something this frustrating?
"Oh my god."
The short-haired girl clenched both hands tightly.
Her features tensed.
A few seconds later, she relaxed.
This guy left her feeling so helpless that she couldn't even get angry.
"You..."
The short-haired girl's lips moved.
But she found herself at a loss for words.
What else could she say?
She'd already said everything she could...
She'd pleaded with him.
She'd even shown her anger.
She couldn't exactly throw a tantrum and start cursing at him, could she?
What else could she say?
What could make this guy change his mind and lend them Little Fox?
Yes.
Even after this crushing defeat at his hands, she still hadn't given up.
Maybe after such a miserable defeat...
The right thing to do was cut their losses in time.
But...
She wasn't willing to give up.
After saying so much.
After all those emotional ups and downs.
After trying so hard.
And the result was... this?
If she gave up now...
Wouldn't that be too embarrassing?
Wouldn't all their previous efforts have been for nothing?
No.
But...